~Deceiving You~ [MxM]

CHAPTER I

I am eating my lunch in my office when my assistant came yelling like the next building is on fire.

"What is it now?" I look at him feeling annoyed. C'mon I just got my lunch break.

"Doctor Aleque, there is a body you need to examine now!" He said while panting.

"Did you run? I asked him calmly.

"Yes?" I think his not sure, hahahahah

"Then, take a sit and rest while I'm finishing my meal." I said while I'm still looking at  my precious meal.

"Doctor!" He whined.

"Hahahahahaha. Fine let's go" we walk to the laboratory while eating my lunch.

It took us less than a minute to arrive at the laboratory.

"Its nice to see you again Doctor Aleque."

"Like wise Chief Melbourne."

That's our handsome Chief in this City. Don't run your minds somewhere. He's already married with his wife Marice and have 3 kids.

Chief Melbourne is the Chief of Police here in Houston, Texas. He always seek my help if there is a case that needs my expertise. I am just a simple Forensic Pathology who is handsome with a nice body hahahaha, anyway I am a Forensic Pathology that focuses on determining the cause of death by examining a corpse/person who die suddenly, unexpectedly or violently.

I’m eating my meal while examining the body. Some of you might be vomiting right now or feeling nauseous. But for me it is heaven, it makes my mind  function properly and professionally, hahaha.

"Suicide or killed?" Talking while my mouth is full. Damn that no Talking while your mouth is full. I don't give a damn on that, I'm so damn hungry!

"The initial report was Suicide. The body was found at home by her boyfriend this morning around 10 am, the parents requested for an autopsy report,  they believed that their daughter was killed. Their family is a friend of mine. So I'm here for your autopsy report" Chief Melbourne smiled at me, no its more like a smirk. He knows me when it comes to autopsy.

She has wound  on her wrist, a sign that it was cut not long ago. A huge cut on her throat that caused her death. No sign of struggle. A simple minded person will say it is Suicide. But for a person like me who deals with this kind of things every fuckin' day. All I can say is she was killed.

"Chief, what does the crime scene looks like?" I asked him for more details to support my conclusion.

"The house was clean, except her room. There is a suitcase on the bed with some of her clothes. It looks like she is packing."

"Anything that looks unusual?"

"Other than that, there is nothing to help the investigation."

"If you were to look into the body. No sign of struggle, so it means no fight has occurred before her death. The wounds  on the wrist tells us it is suicide. But......"

"But what?"

"She was killed, based on the cut on her throat, her back was facing  the killer. It is a back hug, in that position you will not know what is the person's thoughts. And because of that we can conclude that the killer is either a close friend or a relative."

"What did the boyfriend tell your men?"

"He said that his girlfriend called him at night, asking if he's available to come to her house, but he was not available that time, so he told  her he would  come the next morning. Why?"

"Investigate her boyfriend." I know he is the killer based on his alibi. "I will send to you the full report of the victim." I said as I finish my meal.

"Thank you Doctor Aleque." He utter as he shakes my hand

"No problem Chief,  It's just a simple case."

"I'll go a head then."

"Sure."

"Decxer finish the report and send it to Chief Melbourne." I give instructions as we go back to my office.

"Yes, Doctor Aleque."

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"Doctor Aleque, there are guests waiting in your office."

"Thank you Doctor Gareth." Gareth is like me. A gay. He wants to pursue me, but I declined him because I don't have time to waste  in a fling. It is better to be single so you can have many men as you want, Hahahahahaha.

"Good afternoon" I greeted them. He smiled even though I know they have a huge problem based on their faces.

"Good afternoon Doctor Aleque." They greet me back. I think they are the parents/relatives of one of the body that I examined.

"Is there anything that I can help you?" I asked.

"We heard you are the best Forensic Pathology in this City. We want justice for our daughter. We know that she didn't commit suicide, she was killed." As the father talked, while his wife started crying.  I handed  her a tissue and took a deep breath "Ms. xxxx was your daughter? We finished the autopsy of your daughter's body with Chief Melbourne. The wounds on your daughter's wrist was done by her own hand. Suicide is a major public health concern and the increase of suicide cases is a serious  social problems. It is the 10th leading cases of death worldwide and about one million people died from suicide every year. The most common causes of the patients who attempted suicide were self-poisoning or self-wrist cutting. Self-wrist injuries have a low mortality rate, which means that most of suicide attempts end in survival. In surviving patients, this is a clinically significant problem because of the risk of permanent disabilities and the repetition of suicide attempts. I think she's having a problem. But the cut on her throat, was caused by someone. The results tells that your daughter was killed. I would like to say that you should  wait for the final report of the Police. And don't worry, your daughter deserves justice."

"Thank you so much Doctor Aleque" she nodded and sniffed. I walked them out. I hope they will have te justice that they deserve.

After talking with the family of Ms. xxxx, I went to the operating room to do some  surgery. Why? Because I have a patient that needs an operation on his right arm. It was hit by a sharp woods that interred on his flesh. Your all asking why I am doing this operation?  Because I am also a surgeon. And yes, I'm not only a handsome Forensic Pathology but I am also a handsome surgeon. So much of handsomeness Hahahahahaha. Let me do the operation first.

After hours of doing the operation, finally! it was successful and now the patient is safe. I walked back to my office and I sighted as I sat down. I'm a little bit tired after the operation. I packed everything neatly and looked at the time. It was five fifty. I don't have night shift, so I can go home early.  My office is  just like other office,  a table and chair for myself,  a small sofa for my visitors/guests, the color of the things from my table and to the wall is the combination of black and white color. I picked my bag and locked up my office. I bid goodbyes to the other doctors and got in my car.

I arrived at the front of my house. It is a Victorian House  with a high ceiling , deep arch ways, carved woodwork, and ornate chandeliers it has formal dining room ensured enjoyable meals. A library stocked will with books and spacious parlors located throughout the house providing occupants with formal living areas for welcoming guests. I unlocked the door and got in. Closing and locking the door, I took off my shoes and walked to my living room. I took a deep breath and exhaled. While I'm sitting on my sofa. I can't help but think about the past.

Thinking of those years I felt like shit!!!!!. Those years I've  wanted to give up on my studies, those years that's  full of suffering and sacrifices, those years that held memories and causes pain whenever I'm hinking about him. It is almost 7 years I run away from that place, 7 years of being away from the man I used to love.. or do I still love him?

I grinned as I think back then. I sometimes wondered, how life would've been if Loucaxs liked  me back?. I shooked  my head and focused on other things that's more important, at least.

I fine with how things turned out. Is it really??...
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